I got a call this morning from the weekend team.
A nurse called michelle, who knew me, phoned me.
She’s a lovely nurse. We go back a long time. We have an extensive history as she used to work in the psych hospital, but now she’s a nurse manager.
She’s really kind and I like her a lot.
She talked to me about my symptoms, and about being kind to myself with all thats going on right now. She said its quite normal what i’m going through, normal for me to be struggling, so I shouldnt be hard on myself and I should do a lot of self care activities and just be nice to myself.
I told her I was going to have a phone check in with Eileen on Monday. And I said I’d also see Dr. Barry then.
She made a point of asking me how Emily is doing, and how liz is doing.
She’s very accepting of our did diagnosis.
Not all the nurses who work on the weekend team know about our did diagnosis, or how to deal effectively with it. But Michelle does.
She said she’d phone me again tomorrow morning. I’m glad, at least I will know her, and if I have a bad night tonight, we can talk openly with her about it.
I told her our sleep is very off, and we’re lucky to get 2 or 3 hours now per night. She asked me what I do when I cant sleep, and I said I read or go online.
We chit chatted about other stuff, and about lockdown, and I was telling her I was supposed to go to colorado in May. Then she told me she was meant to be in berlin today at a metal concert, but instead she’s working.
It was a good chat, I’m so glad she was on this weekend, I got a lot out of the call with her.